I’ll be out doing horse and stable chores:
Clean the stalls (shoveling poop is THE operative metaphor for the occasion, eh?)
Empty and swab out heated water buckets. Refill with clean water.
Bring the horses up from the turnout and brush them (they like to roll - in the mud if it’s there).
Put a horse blankie on our Champagne Princess, Gracie. It’s headed for the low teens tonight.
Throw the wife some hay and kiss the horses goodnight. Or something like that.
Six Days, thou shalt work and do all that thou art able.
The Seventh Day the same, AND clean the stable.